"Very well!"
"How bad luck seems to dog the steps of some people. I felt tremendously sorry for David Penlogan. He was a good man, by all accounts."
"There was no more saintly man in the three parishes."
"The mischief is, saints are generally so unpractical. They tell me the son is of different fibre."
"He's as upright as his father, but with a difference."
"A cruel thing to send him to gaol on suspicion, and keep him there so long."
"It was a wicked thing to do, but it hasn't spoilt him. He's the most popular man in St. Ivel to-day."
"I remember him at the sale—a handsome, high-spirited fellow; but his sister interested me most. I thought her smile the sweetest I had ever seen."
"She's as sweet as her smile, and a good deal more so," William said, with warmth. "In fact, she has no equal hereabouts."
"I hear you are on friendly terms with them."